SP Stands For ...
SP stands for ...
I was going to open a thread for February but realised it would most likely be a dull read, offering little by way of progress or variation.
So here we are. And where, you might ask, is that? It's a place called Steady Progress, and I rather like it.
Today's outing was the chilliest yet. Frost masquerading as light snow lay round about, delivering a satisfying under-foot crunch. I managed a full circuit of Landport Bottom, around 25 minutes door-to-door, with minimal dog-related stoppages and no walking. This is Steady Progress. On the flip side, there is some discomfort. Not pain, to be clear, just a low murmur of disquiet. The knee, yes, but that was to be expected after the loss of a chunk of shock-absorber. But also lower down, in the calf and achilles. Possibly just an adjustment to renewed activity, but worth keeping an eye on.
The constant effort needed to wrangle my right foot into line reminded me of M. During a stroll in Almeria*, she'd noticed that my right foot stuck out rather more than my left. It was clearly quite pronounced, perhaps indicative of an underlying problem, the prelude to the damage caused on the football field perhaps.
On the home stretch I attempted to open the throttle, chuckling to myself at the lack of response. I expect too much. Plod on, take encouragement from the small steps you're taking. We're each an experiment of one. Sometimes the results of that experiment are neither expected or quite what we'd hoped for.
On, on.
*Sadly I won't be there this year. I'll miss the madness of the Andalusian 'Bull Run' and all the social loveliness that follows.
Here's wishing everyone a good run and a fabulous weekend.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
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